In My Time of Dying

Here's a short, poignant, and to-the-point draft found in the back-end of Bill's blog. (Originally just included the lyrics. For you Led-heads out there, I inserted the audio!) 

We didn't talk about Bill dying a whole lot...a bit here and there, but he dropped this into his drafts on August 29, 2020, nine months before he died. It was on his mind. (How could it not be?) 

I find this to be a perfect song for the occasion of his "time of dying" and now here in the aftermath...he DID do so many of us good, and left so many smiling faces, so many traces. He spoke about his stories as "traces" a few times toward the end, and now I see where that word came from. ~ Laura 


In My Time of Dying

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up, sure know
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed
Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Oh meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord
Oh please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus, gonna make up
Somebody, somebody
Oh, oh Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven
Won't you let me in
I never did no harm
I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn
Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm
I've only been this young once
I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once
Oh, I did somebody some good
Somebody some good yeah
Oh, did somebody some good yeah
I must have did somebody some good yeah
Oh I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun
Hear the angels marchin'
Hear the' marchin', hear them marchin'
Hear them marchin', the' marchin'
It's got to be my Jesus
Oh, it's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus
it's got to be my oh
it's got to be my Jesus
Oh take me home
Come on, come on I can hear the answer, sing it
Oh, here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Oh, feels pretty good, don't you?
Pretty good, I feel
(Oh, Georgina)
Oh, yeah
Oh, I see him
Come on
(Take it)
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'
Cough, "that's gonna be the one, isn't it?"
"Come have a listen, then"
Oh yes, thank you

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